A few days after Ye Ping updated his novel, a wealthy reader appeared and gave the first reward of one million Qidian coins.

That's ten thousand yuan.

Even if we deduct the 30% that the company takes, the 50,000 yuan is still a figure that he would have to save if he didn't eat or drink for seven or eight months.

From then on, Ye Ping spent all his time writing except for eating and sleeping.

In order to get more rewards this time, I prepared more than 30 chapters on the day of the release.

Feng Hao, a friend who was with Ye Ping every day, knew best how crazy Ye Ping was.

Every time Ye Ping woke up from a nap, he was still typing.

I go to bed at one or two o'clock in the morning and start typing at six or seven o'clock in the morning.

Even Wu Hao, who claimed to be frugal, couldn't stand watching the meal.

Breakfast doesn't exist at all, lunch is just steamed buns with water, and if Wu Haoqiang hadn't urged him to have dinner, this guy would have to rely on four steamed buns to get through the whole day.

During this period, Wu Hao often said, "I would rather die than live to make money."

"Don't work so hard now that the novel is on the shelves. Your body simply can't handle it. Oh, and rent a place for the next couple of days. It's okay to stay here for a few days, but it's not a long-term solution."

"If you don't have money, I still have some. Just pay me back when you get paid for your manuscript."

After resigning from the construction site, Ye Ping did not rent a house at all. He wrote during the day and rented a house at night. When he felt sleepy at night, he would just lie on the table and take a nap.

Get up in the morning and continue typing.

This goes on day after day until today.

Hearing Wu Hao's words, Ye Ping paused while eating instant noodles, thought for two seconds, and then nodded.

The two of them ate instant noodles while waiting for twelve o'clock.

"Hey, hey, it's twelve o'clock."

"Brother Hao, stop eating and update first."

Feng Hao slurped the instant noodles and updated the content quickly.

"I update three chapters at a time, how about you?"

Feng Hao didn't have many manuscripts left. "I'll give you two chapters."

At this time, almost the same scene was happening in another Internet cafe thousands of miles away.

The network administrator of an Internet cafe not far from Ningxia School is also a fan of Ningxia and a writer at Qiidian.

The writer Yang Ding mentioned in Qidian is named [Xianyu].

The difference is that at this time, Yang Ding was surrounded by a circle of people, and the fact that Qidian paid writers a salary was already known to everyone.

Some of them are also new writers, and some of them gathered around Yang Ding spontaneously after learning that he had become a writer.

This group of people never imagined that a mere network administrator could become a writer.

The novel will actually start making money tonight.

For the writers whose novels are published today, this night will be a sleepless night.

All the writers in the Qidian editorial department plan to sleep directly in the editorial department tonight.

Everyone looked excited, and the tables were filled with snacks and drinks. A group of people were eating and drinking while waiting for the time to come. If you didn't know, you would think they were having a tea party.

Feng Hao hadn't even finished his instant noodles when he saw fireworks going off on the website.

At this moment, he was so excited: "Look, my idol's novel is worth 10 million Qidian coins, 100,000!"

“That’s awesome.”